Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)
“I do.”
The crowd cheered loudly, and everyone got to their feet while applauding the scene before them.
“I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may not kiss the bride.”
I smiled brightly at Ambrosius before I allowed him to pull me flush against his body. He bent me over and planted a very passionate kiss on my lips. This made the crowd go wild.
Among the crowd, I could see Alessandro, sitting in a corner sulking, shackled to his seat. A stray tear escaping his eyes.
I smirked evilly at him before I deepened the kiss with my new husband.
Just you wait for the honeymoon Alessandro. You would want to gauge your eyes out then. I bet.
I thought sadistically.
Today Ambrosius and I got married. If you could not have already tell. It has been a year
